Ask The Weather For Rain

Orchids

Late at night he sees her face,
A reminder of his sin,
Forever more,
He feels her scorn,
Writhe beneath the skin,
Down hollow halls,
He hears her calls,
The echos of her weeps,
Until this day,
He'll see her ghost,
Pull him from his sleep,

Can they start again,
or does it all just end,
Together till the end,
Until it starts again

Her Ghost

Here's my latest composition with an upright piano. Thank you for listening.

Composition: Julien Apelian
Picture: A part of my daughter's painting !
Recording studio: Audio Colors
October, 10th, 2025

Le temps d'un instant

This is the first release of a collaboration between myself and my brother Joe,
check his page
https://on.soundcloud.com/KdLSfoWQlRWHRjpEM5
Joseph Olsson-lyrics, vocals, guitars
Rob-bass, guitars

Let me take you flying. Let me take you off the ground. 
Let me take you to the stratosphere now. 
You won't need a ticket, you won't need a reservation. 
You just need to take my hand and fly. Come fly with me.

Let me take you dancing. Let me spin you on the floor. 
Trip the light fantastic with you. 
You won't need a lesson. You won't need a costume ball. 
You just need to take my hand and dance. Come dance with me.

No time to think it over. It's time to go. 
No time to think it over, let's go. Take my hand now.

Don't wait for a sign. To make up your mind. Baby, this is our time.

Let me take you somewhere. 
Take you where you've never been. 
Take you where the map will end now. 
You won't need a compass. You won't need a passport stamp. 
You just need to take my hand somewhere,  somewhere with me.

Time To Go

"The sound of the falling snow is our music." - Natsumi Andō.

A composition inspired by the impromptu moments in our lives that create the most wonderful memories.

A companion piece to "The Forgotten Dance."

Winter Waltz

this is a song i have that i cant find lyrics for so any ideas id love to hear them 

raindrops instrumental ( i cant find lyrics for so any ideas)

This album digs deep — straight into the dark, ugly corners of what it means to be human. It’s not just music. It’s an autopsy of the mind — tearing open the layers of sanity, fear, obsession, and decay to see what’s really festering underneath.

It’s about the sick joke of progress — how we build faster, think smarter, and still destroy everything we touch. We’ve learned to control machines but not ourselves. It’s a mirror held up to everything we’ve become: fractured, addicted, lost inside the noise we created.

Underneath all the polish and the fake perfection, we’re still animals — scared, violent, hungry for meaning. This record is about that collision: the primal instincts fighting against the world we built to hide them.

It’s also about how connection has died. We scroll, we consume, we perform — but we don’t feel. We’re desperate to be seen in a world that’s gone completely blind.

Psychologically, it’s a dive into madness — into obsession, trauma, addiction, and self-destruction. The mind as both the cage and the battlefield. Salvation and ruin bleeding into each other until you can’t tell them apart.

Like Chaplin said: “We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.”
This album is that paradox — a soundtrack to the chaos of evolution without direction.

It’s not a sermon or a cry for help. It’s a confrontation.
A reminder that the rot isn’t out there — it’s inside.

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitars: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums: Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Flamenco Guitar: Raffaela Espinosa
Koto, Taishōgoto & Shamisen: Noriko Mori

Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

MONSTER

Cindered Heart erupts from the depths with Bitter Taste of the Foul, a brutal leap from VampTrap into raw industrial metal. Pulsing with glitch and dubstep edges, it’s a storm of chaos, control, and carnage—proof the band can mutate without losing its soul!

Lyrics

you really want feel me
mother fuckers

lets fucking go

oh the flavor of slaughter unstoppable
one sip of mortality i cant escape
fists raised liturgy
the danger of loathing

adapt
adapt
adapt
adapt

kontrol
kontrol
kontrol
kontrol

and there it is again agony and murder in a spiral of chaos
choking terror and deceit breed the ignorance
bound in a frozen madness
verified guilt desires cruel fate
anticipate the finale
given path of shadows
dominion over my psyche is an utter and complete impossibility

adapt
adapt
adapt
adapt

kontrol
kontrol
kontrol
kontrol

finally the heartbreak of betrayal the darkness beckons
a throbbing pulse of corruptions embrace
clutching the remnants of my soul in despair
nature of destruction a twisted grace leaving nothing but the bitter taste of the foul

unraveling these truths in the abyss of time
rulers of madness the sentence is mine
beneath the flesh the screams are barely confined
as we dine on the ones dying on the vine

adapt
adapt
adapt
adapt

kontrol
kontrol
kontrol
kontrol

i never wanted any of this
i never wanted any of this
i never wanted any of this
i never wanted any of this
this

finally the heartbreak of betrayal the darkness beckons
a throbbing pulse of corruptions embrace
clutching the remnants of my soul in despair
nature of destruction a twisted grace leaving nothing but the bitter taste of the foul

All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com

Bitter Taste Of The Foul

“Sheen”
Positive LOFI track, from my LoFi Lab.
Youtube: https://youtu.be/HNZnu_w-vrk?si=-w7ku5M1fl-6VVM5
Cover: Arpad Kajel
Another great pictures like cover photo: www.instagram.com/bergarpi

Sheen

7 der Münzen

i make music because silence got boring.
Metal and whatever else makes noise.
 No rules, no scene.
It’s all self made, self mixed, and barely held together with duct tape and spit
enjoy

raindrops instrumental ( i cant find lyrics for so any ideas)

Mimic Bolt